by Frisk Phillips
Like the jew harp,
my heart strings cascade against the tuberlous harmony of an off beat note.
And as the piece reaches the cadence,
a single cat-tail surprises all,
but really, is never heard.
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by Frisk Phillips
Like the jew harp,
my heart strings cascade against the tuberlous harmony of an off beat note.
And as the piece reaches the cadence,
a single cat-tail surprises all,
but really, is never heard.
